CymbelineMacmillan, 1913 - 192 pages |
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... mean , that married her , alack , good man ! And therefore banish'd — is a creature such As , to seek through the regions of the earth 20 For one his like , there would be something failing In him that should compare . I do not think So ...
... mean , that married her , alack , good man ! And therefore banish'd — is a creature such As , to seek through the regions of the earth 20 For one his like , there would be something failing In him that should compare . I do not think So ...
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... mean to thee . Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on , but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee . I'll move the King ...
... mean to thee . Tell thy mistress how The case stands with her ; do't as from thyself . Think what a chance thou changest on , but think Thou hast thy mistress still ; to boot , my son , Who shall take notice of thee . I'll move the King ...
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... mean soe'er , that have their honest wills , Which seasons comfort . Who may this be ? Fie ! Enter Pisanio and Iachimo . Pis . Madam , a noble gentleman of Rome , Comes from my lord with letters . Iach . 10 Change you , madam ? The ...
... mean soe'er , that have their honest wills , Which seasons comfort . Who may this be ? Fie ! Enter Pisanio and Iachimo . Pis . Madam , a noble gentleman of Rome , Comes from my lord with letters . Iach . 10 Change you , madam ? The ...
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... mean - laughs from's free lungs , cries " O , Can my sides hold , to think that man , who knows By history , report , or his own proof , What woman is , yea , what she cannot choose But must be , will his free hours languish for Assured ...
... mean - laughs from's free lungs , cries " O , Can my sides hold , to think that man , who knows By history , report , or his own proof , What woman is , yea , what she cannot choose But must be , will his free hours languish for Assured ...
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... mean ? to knit their souls - On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary , - in self - figur'd knot , Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by 125 The consequence o ' the crown , and must not foil The precious note of ...
... mean ? to knit their souls - On whom there is no more dependency But brats and beggary , - in self - figur'd knot , Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by 125 The consequence o ' the crown , and must not foil The precious note of ...
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Arviragus Attendants Augustus Cæsar banish'd Belarius beseech blood Britain Britons brother Cadwal Cæsar call'd Cassibelan cave Cloten conj court Cymbeline's palace dead death do't doth Dowden Enter Cymbeline Enter Pisanio Enter Posthumus Exeunt Exit eyes false father fear fessor of English fool Gaol Gaoler garment Gent gentleman gods Guiderius hast hath hear heart heavens Holinshed honour Iach Iachimo is't Julius Cæsar Jupiter King lady leave Leonatus look lord Lud's madam master Milford-Haven mistress mother noble on't Ph.D Philario Philaster play poison'd Polydore Post pray princely prisoner Prithee Professor of Eng Professor of English Queen Re-enter ring Roman Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt Sici speak stand sword ta'en tender thank thee there's thing thou art true turn'd villain wager What's WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON Wilt Winter's Tale
Popular passages
Page 76 - tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Page 111 - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 71 - What should we speak of When we are old as you ? when we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how, In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse The freezing hours away ? We have seen nothing...
Page 109 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...